Douluo Dragon King: My Strategy System Is a Bit Off

Chapter 47 Tang Wulin's Nickname

The mountains are gloomy and stretch endlessly. This is the western part of the Douluo Continent, closer to the north. There used to be some people living here, but after being invaded by evil soul masters, it became a notorious no-man's land.

At the foot of the mountain, there was an abandoned sanatorium, its walls covered with mottled moss, exuding a decaying smell in the damp air. The sanatorium's gate was half-open, and rust, like dried blood, spread across its surface.

But atop the wall of the sanatorium sat a woman.

The woman was gloomy and alluring, her eyes filled with a destructive desire, her long hair jet black, and her skin pale, almost bloodless.

She wore a dark purple robe, the hem embroidered with twisted, claw-like patterns that fluttered in the mountain wind. A black leather belt was tied around her waist, adorned with eerie skull ornaments that emitted a faint, ghostly glow.

Before long, a figure in black appeared in the courtyard, knelt on one knee, and said in a hoarse voice, "My lord."

The woman didn't even flinch, simply saying, "Didn't I tell you to gather people? What are you doing here looking for me?"

The figure in black lowered his stance further. "My lord, there's nothing we can do. We've suffered heavy losses with our men in Donghai City recently. Few have returned."

The woman raised her eyes, but only glanced at him lightly. The black-clad figure trembled uncontrollably, veins bulging on his neck, and dark red soul power surging.

"What use are you?"

Without giving the man in black any chance to explain, the next moment, a dark red soul force flew out from the woman's hand, transforming into a dark red phoenix shape in mid-air, and pierced straight through the man in black's brow.

The figure in black didn't even have time to let out a scream before collapsing straight down. The blood flowing from the wound between his brows, pierced by the dark red phoenix, was also an eerie dark red, quickly spreading across the ground and merging with the surrounding decaying earth.

The woman's expression was indifferent. With a flick of her sleeve, the corpse was swept aside by an invisible force, like a rag doll.

"A bunch of useless trash. They can't even handle this little thing, yet they dare to dream of stirring up trouble in the Douluo Continent." The woman muttered to herself, her voice like shards of ice, spreading through the air.

But not long after she finished speaking, a black mist suddenly appeared around the courtyard.

"Go and find out who's causing trouble in Donghai City."

The woman didn't even turn her head. To her, the men who died in Donghai City meant nothing. But she was in a bad mood and just wanted to cause some trouble—it was that simple.

Thinking of this, the woman's pale fingers suddenly gripped the wall bricks, crushing the pebbles into powder at her fingertips. A twisted smile curled at the corner of her lips: "Those ants from the Federation are getting better and better at biting."

"Don't let me know you were involved, my sister."

She gazed silently at the dilapidated courtyard of the sanatorium, as if recalling something. After a long while, she slowly rose, her toes barely touching the ground, and she floated down into the courtyard like a ghost. The moment she landed, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the chill intensified.

The woman strolled through the courtyard, each step kicking up a speck of dust. Suddenly, she stopped beside a dry well, staring intently at the wellhead, a strange smile playing on her lips.

She waved one hand toward the dry well.

In an instant, a black mist surged out of the well, carrying a nauseating stench. From within the mist, faint, mournful cries could be heard, as if countless wronged souls trapped beneath the well had finally been released.

A dark red light rose from the bottom of the dry well, and then a small dark red sword appeared in front of her.

"Just you wait, sister, that day will come..." The woman's eyes were filled with madness, especially when she saw the small sword, her intense hatred almost overflowing.

"You and that man both deserve to die!"

A man's image flashed through the woman's mind, making her face contort even more. "Why? I like you so much, yet you still go after my sister. She clearly doesn't like you, doesn't like you at all!"

"You're all bastards! If I can't have you, I'll destroy you all, destroy you all!"

The hoarse roar almost echoed throughout the entire sanatorium.

After a long while, things returned to calm, and the woman closed her eyes without anyone noticing.

After a while, she opened her eyes again, a flash of dark red light disappeared, and a pair of wings unfolded behind her.

The mountain wind suddenly carried a sweet, metallic scent. What unfolded behind her was not wings, but a gigantic bone fan pieced together from countless infant hands. Between the curled little finger bones were red threads as thick as hair, which upon closer inspection turned out to be congealed blood and marrow.

Suddenly, a crystal ball appeared in front of her, with half of a still-beating black heart floating inside.

In the distance came the hoarse cries of ravens, and the cross on the roof of the sanatorium collapsed with a crash, replaced by an upside-down statue of a fallen angel.

"All of this will be buried with us."

……

Donghai City Soul Guide Station.

Lin Ci sneezed slowly, touched his nose, and realized he hadn't caught a cold. He wondered who was thinking about him.

He glanced at Tang Wulin beside him and asked, "Aren't you going back to Aolai City?"

Tang Wulin's eyes dimmed. "If I have no home, I won't go back."

Hearing this, Lin Ci suddenly remembered something, sighed softly, and said, "I'm sorry."

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"It's nothing." Tang Wulin quickly composed himself and asked, "Brother Ci, aren't you going back to check on things?"

Lin Ci shook her head and said, "No, the orphanage closed down a long time ago, and there's no need to go back."

Tang Wulin felt a pang of emotion; he had never truly understood Lin Ci's feelings before. It wasn't until after his parents left that he truly grasped that feeling.

Moreover, his parents have only left, and they will surely meet again in the future. But Lin Ci has been an orphan since childhood, which is much more tragic than his situation.

Tang Wulin said firmly, "Brother Ci, you will definitely find your biological parents and find your home."

Have you found your home?

Lin Ci gave a bitter smile. His home was still there, but he couldn't find his way back.

How could a wanderer lost in a distant land not miss his hometown?

"Alright, let's get ready to go." Wu Changkong walked over from not far away, still with that same aloof demeanor, whether he was in class or not, inside or outside the academy.

The reason why Lin Ci and Tang Wulin didn't return to Aolai City but instead appeared here together was because Wu Changkong summoned them as soon as he started his vacation.

Xie Xie went home, and Gu Yue also had to leave. Only the two of them were left, and their schedule was completely booked by Wu Changkong.

First, go to Tiandou City to help Tang Wulin photograph some rare items. After that, we'll take Lin Ci to Xingluo City separately.

Lin Ci didn't know what they were going to do, but Wu Changkong insisted on taking him, and he couldn't refuse.

Most importantly, Wu Changkong was tight-lipped; no matter what he was going to do, he wouldn't explain a word to him.

But as Lin Ci rode the Soul Guidance Train with Tang Wulin, something felt off. He vaguely remembered that this guy had a nickname...

If I say that Leng Yulai is not a target for romance, then everyone will understand the story behind it.

(End of this chapter)